the lyrical bastard,flow like a kodak captured/
u far from a T-rex,u barely velociraptor/
Watch how the toast bullets collide with ya throat/
make Em see 3 like a collidascope/
But I Really liked ya verse cause its shit that i do/
mayne its smileys on this site do mo gangsta shit than you/

your rhyme rhythm seeks vision,but is vision impared/
cause even einsten said Emcee was lyrically squared/
and my mother said dont talk to strangers that cant rap it/
cause once they lore me to the car,i usually do the kidnappin/
Lyrics like Prostitution for spiritual fags/
hang you from ya bunk bed,now you ya brothers punchin bag/